by Lenox Hills
Jonathan takes a long, deep breath. He looks away, and took a minute to answer me.
“Let me tell you Lenox, I do a lot of business in strip clubs. Here in Manhattan, it’s really common. I also work with a lot of computer guys, some say geeks, and they wouldn’t get the attention they get in here on the outside. It make me feel good to bring them in here and see pretty girls be nice to them, regardless of the money it costs me. Now, what you saw tonight, the girl is a favorite of Dave’s and he paid for the table dance for me. She is a nice girl and doesn’t try to hustle him out of his paycheck so she usually sits with us when we come over here.”
Ok, that is honest and makes sense, but there is still one more thing I need to know.
“What about the night you met me, you were alone as far as I saw. Why were you in the club?” I need to know if had come to see someone in particular.
“The night I met you? I had been there with some guys from Japan, they left and I was at the bar paying our tab when you walked on stage. I was captivated. Instantly I had to watch you. I didn’t leave, I couldn’t walk out and as you know, instead I went and sat at a table on the side of the stage I knew you would come off of. I wanted first dibs at you, as bad as that sounds. But I had to talk to you, you are so magnetic and hypnotic and that’s it. The truth.”
Wow, I didn’t expect that. He stopped and stayed because of me. This guy is really getting to me. His honesty turns me on and draws me into him. I lean over and kiss his cheek, the stubble soft on my lips. I stay leaned into him and he looks at me and puts down his flute. Reaching behind him he pulls on a large tassel braided rope and the red curtain swings out from the wall and around us. It envelops us in a soft red cocoon.
“Stand up” he tells me.
I put down my glass and do as he says. He bends his finger intimating he wants me to come closer and I walk into the place between his legs he has spread apart.
Looking me up and down, he tells me, “Take off your dress.”
I am wearing a new short red lace dress with long sleeves and a large lace cutout print. It is very bright and you can see my matching bra and panty set underneath. I decided to wear a white set that would really pop under the dress. I pull the dress down off my shoulders, pull my arms out and push it to the floor. I step out of it and lay it on the love seat.
“I don’t ever want to see you wearing that dress again. Understand?”
“Wait what? Don’t you like it?” I ask confused.
“No, I don’t. That color red is cheap and you my dear are not cheap.”
I am not sure if I am flattered or offended at the reference to my taste in clothes.
I choose flattered.
“What about the shoes?” I am wearing a pair of red platform stilettos that I bought with his generosity.
That wicked smile spreads across his lips, “The shoes can stay.” Phew.
“Why don’t we get something out of the way tonight? Dance for me.” He commands.
The tone in his voice is forceful and I like it.
“That will be twenty bucks sir and I need to find a security guard to collect for the club.” I tell him. I have my hands on my hips and one is cocked to the left.
“Fuck the club. Dance!” He holds up a crisp fifty and his strong tone makes things stir inside me.
I begin to move for him, even though there is no music back here. I want to be as suggestive and captivating as I can. Slowly but with great abandon, I reach behind my back, unsnap my bra, and feel my top pop open. I cross my arms in front my breasts and place my thumbs under the straps. I bend at my waist, lean forward into Jonathan’s space, and let the bra fall down with my thumbs, and drop it on the floor. Topless, I lean forward, closer to Jonathan, teasing him to touch my nipples again. He doesn’t take the bait, even though they are just outside his lips. I lift my right leg up, bending it I place my knee on the love seat right between his thighs, and scoot it up so that it’s touching his warm hardness. Again I lean in, my breasts very closely to him, wanting his breath on them. He is smug and just looks at them, and then up at me. Jonathan knows I want them in his mouth, but denies me in slowly shaking his head back and forth sideways, telling me no.
Discouraged, but still determined, I slowly turn around and sway my hips from side to side. I run my hands from the back of my thighs, up my ass, and cross my arms in front of me so that my opposite hands are running up my torso, and into my hair. I pull the back of my hair up and expose my neck. I keep my hair on top of my head and look over my shoulder at Jonathan. He is watching me so intently, his legs are spread wide and he is rubbing his thumb on his chin and taking me all in. Looking down I can see that hard bulge in his pants and it makes me feel warm between my legs. I turn my head back around and go back to swaying my hips for him. I drop my hair down and rub my hands down my body in reverse. This time when I get to my hips, I bend down towards the floor, keeping my limbs straight. I put my hands back on the back of my thighs and run them all the down to my legs. With my legs spread apart and straight, I fold all the way down and grab my ankles. I stay there for a moment with my tight ass sitting straight out and in front of Jonathan. Let him look at this for a minute.
Suddenly he takes his left hand, reaches forward, grabs my panties between my legs, and holds me firmly. I gasp at the surprise, but love the way it feels with my hot throbbing in his hands. He begins by taking the tip of his fingers and kneading my clitoris between the silk fabric. This man controls me completely and I will do anything he desires. I look up from between my legs and can see him rubbing me, watching him makes me wetter, and more wanton of his touch. Stopping for a moment he removes his hand, and I take it as my cue to bend back up turn around, but I hear a firm, “NO.” from his lips. Quietly obeying his order I continue to stand facing away from him. The teasing and rubbing he gave me was menacing and I can feel my knees begin to shake. Jonathan must see my weakness and he gives me another order. “Take them off.”
Quickly I pull my panties down and step out of them. I kick them to the side with my foot.
“No, give me those.” He tells me and I bend over and pick them up. “Here,” and he holds his hand. I am really turned on by his forcefulness tonight. I turn around and walk a step to hand them to him. I place them on his outstretched palm, “Good kitty” he tells me and I lean in and give him a kiss on his cheek. I see the corner of his mouth curl up into a bit of a smirk. He puts my panties in his pants pocket. Nobody has ever taken my panties before.
“Turn around.” I am told and spin to face away from him again, “and stand still.” As I stand there glued to the floor waiting for more instructions I can feel him eyeing me up and down. Impatiently I begin to turn my head to look over my shoulder at him. “Stop,” he directs, and I cease trying to see him. I hear the rustle of movement and can feel that Jonathan has stood up and is now standing here. His presence is immediate and fills the space behind me. All of the sudden I feel him take his fingers and slowly pull my hair back and over my right shoulder. The touch from his fingertips softly grazes my skin and the nape of my neck as he whisks my hair across to the other side. It is so tender and gentle, “yes please,” I whisper to myself.
“Oh yes?” he asked me back. Both of us are surprised by my utterance.
I can feel his stillness and his warm breath on my neck and back. I anxiously await his next move, I want him to turn me around and ravish me. Instead he drops to a crouch behind my knees. I feel his hands gently reach around and touch the top of my feet, as he does I can feel breath on the back of my knees. He keeps them there for a moment, and then begins to slowly drag his fingers up over the bridge of my foot and wraps them around my ankles. Jonathan swings them around to the back of my calves, lovingly and gingerly draws them up to my knees. While at my knees he leans in and kisses the crease softly three times on each. I buckle as he does, losing my balance and he places his hands on the back of my thighs. “Steady kitten.” Knowing he is behind me and holding me up, makes me solid in my footing. Slowly I fe
el him rise up with his hands as they run up the front of my thighs, and right as I think he is going to touch me where I want it most, but he pulls them back around behind me, and rushes them up my ass, rubbing it as he goes.
He is now standing fully behind me with his fingers wrapped on each side of my hip, I am waiting for him to move those nimble fingers around to my warmth, but he doesn’t. I lean back into him, and feel his erection in my lower back. Those fingers begin to move again and they travel up along my stomach, tickling my waist with his fingertips and he runs them up my sides. As he gets closer to my breasts, I realize I am holding my breath waiting for his touch there, he runs around them, and never touches them, such a tease. Up my neck he goes and soon is holding my face from behind me. He pulls my head to the right and places his lips on my neck; soft gentle kisses up to my ear. Jonathan takes his tongue and runs it along the outside of the lobe and makes it wet and warm. I relax into him some more, wanting him to take complete control of me; I release myself to this man that I have known for three days. Three wonderful days that has changed my outlook on passion. Lost in my surrender I take my arms that have been at my sides, and reach around behind myself to hold him. Running my hands up and down his thighs and hips, I feel him push himself into me from behind, wanting me to feel his arousal fully.
We stay that way for a few moments, touching each other, in silence. In a sudden urgency he takes his hands off my neck and reaches down to find mine. We intertwine our fingers and he brings them in front of me, wrapping them around myself as we hold hands. Putting his face back into my neck and kissing me softly, sweetly. I keep thinking to myself, I never knew this, I never it could be like this. This is what you read about in books, and see on TV, I never knew this kind of intimacy could happen to me. I decide to just stay and revel in it as long as I could stand up. Jonathan broke the silence.
Nuzzling into me he whispers, “Oh I am going to miss you so much Lenox. I am insatiable when I am with you.”
“Jonathan, you know where to find me, five nights a week.” I want to say something about seeing each other outside of the club. Tell him he can see me, have me, and take me anytime he wants. But I stay breezy.
“No, Lenox, you don’t understand. I don’t live here. I live in California.”
My heart drops to my toes and I am swallowed up into the floor.
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A Lenox & Jonathan story of love and lust Part 2
Adult Contemporary Romance Serial
Originally Published July 8, 2015
Friday…2 minutes later
I feel as if I might be sick, or burst out crying. Jonathan has just told me that he lives in
California, not here in Manhattan. I guess I just assumed he did, never lied to me about it, but if he was feeling what I am why didn’t he let me know sooner. I feel betrayed in a
small way. I need a drink. I wiggle my fingers to let him know that I want out of our hand holding embrace. He drops my hands and I step away from him. Reaching for my drink, I guzzle it all down quickly; Jonathan has not said another word. His revelation has left me feeling very exposed, figuratively, and when I remember that, I am naked, literally, I feel even more vulnerable. I am unclear on what to do now, I want to get dressed, but he has my underwear in his pocket. He also told me that he I am never to wear that red dress again that is sitting in a ball on the floor. I want to join my dress, curl up on the floor and weep.
“I’ll be right back,” he says and walks out of the curtain. Refilling my glass, I just stand there thinking about what I just heard. I go over it, repeatedly in my head I live in California. In a moment, he is back and he has my workbag. Jonathan must have read my discomfort. “Here,” and he hands it to me, “Would you like me to step out?” It is kind.
“Well,” I tell him, “considering I am standing here stark stark-naked I really don’t see the point.”
“I thought you would like a minute to yourself is all.” I can see he is trying to be nice.
“Thank you, you are very gallant.” I manage a small smile. Grabbing his flute of Prosecco he sits back down on the loveseat. His head hangs down, with his elbows resting on his knees and the glass dangling from those fingers I love on my frame.
“Did I ruin the night for you?” He is being inquisitive and I can tell he genuinely does not know what I will say. I rummage in my bag to find what I wore to work. Grabbing my jeans, I put them on, throw on my GAP sweatshirt, slip into my topsiders, and put my hair up in a topknot on my head. Being covered makes me feel better; the clothes are a barrier for me. I sink to the floor and sit indian style in front of him. I need some answers, and decide to go for it since I might never see him again.
“Can I ask you something?” I start.
“Open book,” and he raises his flute in the air.
“When are you leaving?”
“Tomorrow.”
“How long have you been here?”
“Two weeks this trip.”
Great, I met him at the end.
“Do you have an office here in New York?”
“No, I work out of the hotel I stay at, it’s my office. But people that work for me do have an office here, three block away as a matter of fact.”
“Why don’t you work there?”
“It’s too chaotic, I like to work in peace and quiet.”
“How often do you come to New York?”
“A few times a year, more often if there is a problem as we had this time.”
A few times a year? Shit, that is never. I will never see him; we can’t have a relationship like that. It is just not possible. This upsets me more as it sinks in. I am quite for a few minutes; I guess there is nothing else to know. I look down at the floor and feel a sadness wash over me.
“Lenox, I am really very sorry that I told you this now. I was going to tell you later, however it slipped out, and I know it was very bad timing. I feel like I have hurt you and I never wanted to do that.”
“S’ok.” I squeak out.
“But listen to me, and I mean this, I do want to see you again. Very much.” I look up at him and he is smiling a tentative, but crooked grin.
Returning the look I ask, “Well, I’d like that too, but when? Do you mean when you come to town three or four times a year?” I sharply inhale hoping for an answer I’ll like.
“No, I think I’d like to come more often, to see you.” I see his eyes are searching mine for a connection. I can tell he wants me to understand what he is saying without having to say it. It makes me feel better, but then I wonder.
“Would you see me here?” I need to know where he wants me, and how.
“I like seeing you here, but I would also like to see you outside of the club.”
My heart and lungs swell with instant elation. He does like me. He wants to see me and it sounds like date me. I am happy again.
“Ok” and I smile up at him. I get a relieved one back.
“Here,” he says and points to the place next to him on the loveseat. I rise and do as he says. After I sit, he picks up both of my legs and swings them over so they rest across his lap. Jonathan picks up my left hand, turns up my palm, and gives me three soft quick kisses. I still have questions about us, what we will do, when he will come, but I decide to let it go for now and just enjoy these last minutes together. I rest my head on his shoulder and finally, breathe.
Saturday
When I wake up, I remember that Jonathan is leaving today; I also remember that I have the night off. I am grateful since I plan to sulk all day in bed, and watch old movies on TV. However, I have no food in the house. Ugh, I have to go out. I put on my clothes from last night; they are ly
ing on the floor next to the bed. I was so despondent last night that I just came in, stripped them off, and dove under my covers. I leave in search of comfort foods. Opening the front door, I hope to see an SUV but do not. With Jonathan gone I guess I can forget about that for while.
Double Latte, Bagel, and junk food for the day, all paid for with a fresh hundred-dollar bill, courtesy of Jonathan from last night. When we left the club together, the manager handed me an envelope, which I failed to count until I got home, another thousand for me. Jonathan is so generous. I am grateful, and I already have the first three months payments on my student loans.
Saturday Delta First Class
I never thought I would feel like this about someone again. I am not sure how to handle it, business is easy, but women are hard. How little can I give that is enough for her to still want to see me? Can I buy her company? Can material things make her happy enough that she will not ask for more than I can give? I put my hand into my right jacket pocket and feel the soft silk of her white panties from last night; I rub the material between my fingers and remember how hurt she was last night. Maybe my goodbye present today will soften the blow a bit.
“Mr. Ellis, can I get you another drink?” The first class stewardess is talking to me. She is the regular on this route; I think she would meet me in a hotel if I asked her. I think she would do anything if I asked her; she has that look in her eyes. I hate women like that.
Nothing is genuine with them.
“Yes, please, can I have a coffee.”
“Of course.”
“Thank you Renee.”
The whole time that Renee is taking my order I am rubbing the material between my index and middle finger.
Saturday New York City
